Abhor the Ab-horror

For the sake of tomorrow let the hours wile away and deceive themselves among this present digression
Let the words of the fathers fall on the deaf ears of mute sons who cannot think but to speak of nothing of the sort
In this the final hours of the human race in which the focal point is now of fecal maturation on the eve of the sinners reign
Let this shit show initiate in the eyes of the regime the reigning faults of the feeble minded, who ignore the factual facade of the festering fall
For the sake of tomorrow let the hours wile away and deceive themselves among this present digression
Let the mutual admiration I shared for the amicable platitudes that betwixt the swan song of the morning dove
In this their final hatred let the devilish adolescences slew their parental confinements and emerge as copulating saints,
Let them be unafraid of the masturbation of their sins, as their flesh is akin to singing full of lust and love, and little else
For in the throes of love making they can ignore the materials of this realm and those of their fabled other, and the sex-full people will spread
They will gather all exposed,  all those body parts warm and cold, in the seasons twisting through days and years and lifetimes
For this openness they can see that nothing was so terrible as they said, and their exhausting need to control the populace was unwarranted
Let the record show, the oral sex, and penetrations were not the coming of the anti-Christ, but instead it was the restrictions of their  biology that caused men to grow rigid in mind
Where they felt compelled in boiling minds to trample on the free love, and joint smoking masses who didn't give two shits about the hereafter
For the sake of tomorrow let the hours wile away and deceive themselves among this present digression,
Yes, for the sake of our unborn children, let us stop the abhorrent need to abhor at all, let the hate fade, and yes, just let it fade.